The genuine kind

can only find a home
where it's ready to be
received.
It doesn't like the idea of simply
taking;
it wants to explore the outer
boundaries of shared experience,
sensing that
at that limit, dazzling possibilities
may reveal themselves.
It's willing to bear any burden,
however forbidding,
but it will only survive
as long as it's respected.
It's not indifferent to appearance,
but it's more interested
in the unique history
beneath it.
It knows the difference between
being self-conscious,
and being self-aware.
It lives in the moment,
and beyond it
at the same time.
It will never be understood,
and ultimately it's more
important than the
mere fact of death.
It's about sacrificing
"me" to become "us",
and in doing so
finding the real me
for the first time.